Samantha's POV
Walking back inside the room, I smirked at Thomas, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. There was no way that he was going to be running back to Delia. Oh no!
"I think you should know the truth. I don't really love you, I don't even like your sorry arse. Thomas, you really are just a loser. I cannot stand to look at you. You deserved all that you got. I just could not leave here without telling you the truth."
I wanted his money and his house; it would all be mine. He would do right by his child.
The child was my weapon, the reason I could pull this off.
"So, you used me? You wanted revenge on me. You were behind my attack?" Thomas repeated, and I sneered at how pathetic he looked—sitting in his hospital bed, looking confused and vulnerable. He was a mess, a
